Showers of sorrow. An extremely random comment that jumped out of my mouth, like a frog jumping out of a pot of hot, steaming boiling water - it was neither controlled, nor provoked. Well, perhaps it was also because of late, it has been pretty gloomy in Melbourne - a lot of rain, and the sky is always dark. Sorta reminds me of how Wan Yung used to describe London to me, back a while ago (winding back the clock, not by hours, but more like months and years).
Anyway, today, due to some plan drawn up (that I foresaw, so it's no one's fault really), I was left sangkuted (stuck) at home for dinner. Perhaps it was my fault for being unprepared, but admittedly I was only informed that my housemate would be joining some of our friends for a CTG play tonight - peculiar thing was that they purchased a ticket for him in advance, but only told him yesterday, which is a little funny, come to think of it, should he be busy on that day. :P (They have been pretty understanding though, because of my pretty basic understanding of Cantonese and Mandarin, it would make it rather difficult for me to understand something like creative material [read: plays, musicals.]).
Either way, dialed a number of friends to call for dinner. Seemed like it was my lucky day again, (I recall my mom would use this phrase whenever a couple of screwed up things occured within a short period of time - talk about learning sarcasm from the home, eh? Hahah...) as it seemed that everyone was busy, or didn't reply. Kinda felt... ugh. Dunno, sometimes when you feel like you absolutely just have to BLAST your day out, or discuss something to keep yourself from going crazy.
Perhaps it's just my overactive imagination / mind, that needs a regular burn of energy in the form of story telling / discussing / etc. It's sorta like some breeds of dogs (imagine this, me comparing my mind to a dog!) - they need to be exercised regularly, due to their neverending supply of energy (otherwise they will be rascals around the house, heh). Guess I'm like that, and I do understand, that it's tough for many people to understand this. (Perhaps this is my difference compared to some of my more independent minded peers, who can survive being sole islands in the vast ocean of life).
Certainly provides a time of reflection, this time of being alone, doesn't it? (What the hell man, I almost sound like one of my friends blogging about her PMS period.)
I always look forward to the day I won't implode in a similar way, under similar circumstances. "Next time", I reassure myself.
"Next time..."
Anyway, today, due to some plan drawn up (that I foresaw, so it's no one's fault really), I was left sangkuted (stuck) at home for dinner. Perhaps it was my fault for being unprepared, but admittedly I was only informed that my housemate would be joining some of our friends for a CTG play tonight - peculiar thing was that they purchased a ticket for him in advance, but only told him yesterday, which is a little funny, come to think of it, should he be busy on that day. :P (They have been pretty understanding though, because of my pretty basic understanding of Cantonese and Mandarin, it would make it rather difficult for me to understand something like creative material [read: plays, musicals.]).
Either way, dialed a number of friends to call for dinner. Seemed like it was my lucky day again, (I recall my mom would use this phrase whenever a couple of screwed up things occured within a short period of time - talk about learning sarcasm from the home, eh? Hahah...) as it seemed that everyone was busy, or didn't reply. Kinda felt... ugh. Dunno, sometimes when you feel like you absolutely just have to BLAST your day out, or discuss something to keep yourself from going crazy.
Perhaps it's just my overactive imagination / mind, that needs a regular burn of energy in the form of story telling / discussing / etc. It's sorta like some breeds of dogs (imagine this, me comparing my mind to a dog!) - they need to be exercised regularly, due to their neverending supply of energy (otherwise they will be rascals around the house, heh). Guess I'm like that, and I do understand, that it's tough for many people to understand this. (Perhaps this is my difference compared to some of my more independent minded peers, who can survive being sole islands in the vast ocean of life).
Certainly provides a time of reflection, this time of being alone, doesn't it? (What the hell man, I almost sound like one of my friends blogging about her PMS period.)
I always look forward to the day I won't implode in a similar way, under similar circumstances. "Next time", I reassure myself.
"Next time..."
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